Best Quin Poems
I set up an easel in the shade of my beach umbrella. Wanting to paint by the morning light, I dabbed colors onto the palette...sea foam green, azure, titanium white, and ochre.
With wetted brush in hand,
I looked out, ready to begin.
But there upon the golden sand,
Ran my tomboy daughter, Quin.
An only child, Quin had long ago found ways to amuse herself. Since the age of three she'd insisted on brushing her own hair into a ponytail, Now, at seven, she hadn't yet gotten the hang of it, but fly-a-way hair becomes my little tomboy. I smiled when I realized how much like Quin I was as a child. I watched as she chased gulls and sandpipers, clapping her hands to keep them flying ahead of her running steps. A child of nature, she sees beauty in everything. She stopped and shielded her eyes against the rising sun with her hands. She watched the sandpipers land further up the beach then walked back to me.
"Mommy, do you think the birds
are afraid of me when I give chase?"
She waits to hear comforting words.
I smile, looking at her worried face.
"Quin, my darling, if you think they are afraid, find something else
to do that won't scare them away." She picked up her blue denim bag and skipped along the shore looking for starfish and sand dollars. I painted the scene I wanted to capture, but Quin became the focal point of my canvas. I used the green, blue, white, and ochre to paint what nature provided, but I used a shade called peony for the cheeks of my tomboy daughter.
sandpipers and gulls
Quin still loves making them fly
with paint on canvas
As a driver, I’ve never been keen.
I’m distracted, confused, not serene!
On my nerves, things keep grating.
Now I’m sitting here waiting
for that stupid stop SIGN to turn green!
November 19, 2020
entered in the QUIN-TO your five-line poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
The lawsuit by StarKist is valid.
Their long time promoter’s new ballad
warns fish to stay clear
of fisherman’s pier,
or end up in somebody’s salad!
Oldie For Carolyn Devonshire's Sea Tales Limericks
Entered Nov 20, 2020 for the 'QUIN-TO your five line' Poetry Contest
Oh, if ever the devil donned flesh on this earth
'Twas that beast, Hitler, by length and by girth
And ne'er a god's temple, nor any man's ashes
Will make sense of closing so many dear lashes
Or not granting wake to those millions of dreams.
Written on November 19, 2020
For the "Quin-To Your Five Line" Poetry Contest
Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
I lay beneath this stone
a poet's destiny fulfilled
and I bring
a million poems
to rest in peace with me
_______________________
November 20, 2020
Poetry/Epitaph/For a Poet
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1306-314-20
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, QUIN-TO your five line
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 11/22/20
First Place
A flautist and harpist were matched
And plans for the wedding were hatched,
But, getting cold feet,
He beat a retreat,
Preferring her ‘no strings attached’.
20.11.20
Put Your Best (One) Limerick Forward (Be Like Rico Leffanta) Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Andrea Dietrich
'Quin-To Your Five Line Poetry Contest'
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Bite Size Poem #32 Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
I set up my easel in the shade of my beach umbrella. Wanting to paint by the morning light, I dabbed my colors onto the palette...sea foam green, azure blue, titanium white, and ochre.
With wetted brush in hand,
I looked out, ready to begin.
But there upon the golden sand,
Ran my tomboy daughter, Quin.
An only child, Quin had long ago found ways to amuse herself. Since the age of three she'd insisted on brushing her own hair into a ponytail, Now, at seven, she hadn't yet gotten the hang of it, but fly-a-way hair becomes my little tomboy. I smiled when I realized how much like Quin I was as a child. I watched as she chased gulls and sandpipers, clapping her hands to keep them flying ahead of her running steps. A child of nature, she sees beauty in everything. She stopped and shielded her eyes against the rising sun with her hands. She watched the sandpipers land further up the beach then walked back to me.
"Mommy, do you think the birds
are afraid of me when I give chase?"
She waits to hear comforting words.
I smile, looking at her worried face.
"Quin, my darling, if you think they are afraid, find something else to do
that will not scare them away." She picked up her blue denim bag and skipped along the shore looking for starfish and sand dollars. I painted the scene I wanted to capture, but Quin became the focal point of my canvas. I used the green, blue, white, and ochre to paint what nature provided, but I used a shade called peony for the cheeks of my tomboy daughter.
sandpipers and gulls
quin still loves making them fly
with paint on canvas
Lin Lane ~ November 21st, 2015
Raindrops
Crying on glass
Lamenting fading light
Ushering in winter of long
Dark nights.
Honorable Mention: Brian Strand-Quin To Your Five-11/20/20
Seventh Place: Rick Parise- 7 Line Max-6/2/17
Aaron comes from Trowbridge in Wiltshire,
But recently moved his training to Swansea,
At London 2012 for backstroke he won silver,
He has a learning disability, so swims S14.
In 2013 he won bronze in Montreal, Canada,
At the IPC Swimming World Championships,
And 2014 in the Glasgow International Meets,
Twice he set a WR in the 100m breaststroke.
So at Rio in the men’s S14 100 breaststroke,
Aaron collected a very well deserved gold,
With a time of 1:06.67, second to Scott Quin,
Although he missed a good backstroke win.
confined,
shackled in chains,
there isn’t an exit sign;
how can a person escape their,
own mind.
Contest:QUIN-TO
Sponsor:Brian Strand
11/19/2020
A quin for a queen,
This one will soothe her sterile gloom,
Another one for her king,
Maybe he’ll hear to be an heir,
One quin for the king’s chief
Who dares to have a dear,
One other one will be for me,
He could make up a mate,
The last must stay with the mother,
At least he could leave a relief.
Scott was born premature, five weeks,
With his brain fused to his skull,
It was Crouzon syndrome, dysostosis,
And doctors operated to null.
He was a strong wee tike and survived,
Edinburgh born, 1st July 1990,
S14, SB14 and SM14 are his categories,
Which he embraces fully.
At the Royal Commonwealth Pool he trains,
Under Kris Gilchrist tough,
His breakthrough swim was in Manchester,
2011, British Champs rough.
The games at the London Aquatics Centre,
Saw him swim into fifth,
That was in 2012; now he’s won medals,
With an International cloth.
2014 and Eindhoven in the Netherlands,
Scott sealed the silver;
2015 Glasgow at the World Championships,
Scott won another silver.
In Portugal’s Funchal at the Europeans,
He loudly struck the gold,
And then in Rio in the 100m breaststroke,
A silver he did hold.
lack of impression
may belie lone depression
use ones discretion
with gentle intercession
love hope and kind expression
QUIN-TO your five line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand 21/11/2020
Hororable mention
Instant eye contact
And all the world fades away
Mists of memory
I had always dreamed this day
The orange sun is smiling
Written on 11/19/2020
For: QUIN-TO your five line Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Darkness
Comes early now
First frost will be here soon
Winter solstice around the corner
Short day
11-19-20
Contest: Quin-To Your Five Line
Sponsor: Brian Strand